We've since burned the speedo, and informed him that while this practice might be acceptable in some obscure parts of the world, it is by no means allowed here and such behaviour will result in a total absence of spotters!... especially when bouldring in such close proximity to Sandy Bay!!

Well how about this.... I lead the first pitch (16) of Genesis, Hector comes up behind me...to be followed by a certain some1 (who shall not mention by name) .... Now you must understand that I am really focused on what the next pitch is about to throw at us...Hector is totally hyped and is just about to jump out his shoes... our guns are tapped and ready to tackle this 4 meter jam-crack roof which goes at a mere 23. And our final climber comes up and without him even knowing (unbeknown to me how it is possible) that his pecker is dangling in wind scoping us out through his beady little eye....

Since this tread is already going down that path I'd gladly help it along with a pet irritation:

It may be some time since you've had a look at a science book, but be aware that hot air has always and to this day still continues to rise. So when your leader is some way up the route, it is, not good belay style to fart (especially if he/she is of the opposite sex). The leader of course has free reign as he/she probably needs every little bit of help.

What irritates me the most is when my partner climbs better then me.
When this happens I find it best to revert to psycological warefare.
Comments like:
\"bit of runout there, be careful\"
\"wow these bolts look rusty\"
\"man I really need to buy a new rope\"
\"are you okay? you look a bit pale\"
seem to work well.

Rastaman, you and I should go climb together. I always need an excuse for not climbing hard enough and you don't like your partner climbing harder than you. You can let rip with the metal warfare commentary and I'll have a valid excuse for not climbing harder. We'll make a brilliant team!!!

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How about half way up Blouberg, leading a particularly delicate pitch, when the sweet and somehow calming smell of a big fat bong comes wafting up in a purple haze from your attentive and trustworthy belayer?

personally, it would have to be the irritating girlfriend and her friends. I would take dog crap, puff the majic dragons and all the litter in the world over having the gal and her friends B!tching about this person or that.

maybe i should just chuck her off the third pitch of fsomething at wellingtons, how is Jaap anyway ?

Ha Ha Hector, that sounds familiar! Even better when they doze off to sleep in the sun after said bong whilst you are still clinging to the thin things high above the last gear! SLACK! dammit! SLACK!!!! -bloody slackers!

It really pisses me off when you are at the crag, and your climbing partner takes a couple of friends along who are there for the social! If you wanna social, go to a bar! (oh, these people just complain the whole time) When i'm climbing, I wanna climb..

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